Chapter 15 - The Brown Handbag Holds Nothing Important
Three years later, Margaret returned to Carter Medical for a shareholder meeting.
She carried the same brown leather handbag.
The new receptionist greeted her.
“Good morning. May I see your appointment confirmation?”
Margaret smiled.
“Of course.”
The receptionist checked it.
Called upstairs.
Issued a badge.
No panic.
No recognition required.
Alexander happened to cross the lobby.
“Mom.”
The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly.
Margaret noticed.
“You did everything exactly right.”
The young woman relaxed.
Inside the elevator, Alexander glanced at the handbag.
“What are you carrying today?”
“Lipstick.”
“That’s it?”
“And mints.”
“No secret ledger?”
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
He laughed.
The ordinary contents felt luxurious.
No certificate capable of stopping a sale.
No letter from the dead.
May you like
No evidence of fraud.
Just a woman going to a meeting she had every right to attend.
